I spent the rest of the morning trying to get the taste out and grumbling that "my poverty tasted like zombie" this morning.

ZOMG - on a conference call, and had to jump on the mute reading this. HYSTERICAL!!

I'm just glad I'm working from home today. I would have gotten really weird looks when I snorted.

On the note of conference calls - we had a big company conference call a few weeks ago. About halfway through, someone forgot to mute their phone while they took the call. The *entire* company heard a receptionist directing calls, interrupting quite a few bigwigs trying to give updates. Twice, someone asked for everyone to please mute their phones *HINT HINT.* But, it didn't work. Instead, someone sent an email blanket with the subject: MUTE YOUR PHONES!!!!! and nothing else.

I was very glad mine was already on mute, because I started losing it at that.

I spent the rest of the morning trying to get the taste out and grumbling that "my poverty tasted like zombie" this morning.

ZOMG - on a conference call, and had to jump on the mute reading this. HYSTERICAL!!

I'm just glad I'm working from home today. I would have gotten really weird looks when I snorted.

On the note of conference calls - we had a big company conference call a few weeks ago. About halfway through, someone forgot to mute their phone while they took the call. The *entire* company heard a receptionist directing calls, interrupting quite a few bigwigs trying to give updates. Twice, someone asked for everyone to please mute their phones *HINT HINT.* But, it didn't work. Instead, someone sent an email blanket with the subject: MUTE YOUR PHONES!!!!! and nothing else.

I was very glad mine was already on mute, because I started losing it at that.

We do conference calls at work on occasion to gather together all the people in like positions across the province. On one call, one of the supervisors had called in on his cell phone. At one point, he carried his phone outside to grab a smoke. It was also very windy that day. I swear, it sounded like we had Darth Vader on the call. Someone higher up finally requested that the heavy breather put his phone on mute, which supervisor couldn't do with a cell. Next thing we hear? 'Supervisor has left the conference.' in the automated voice.

Logged

After cleaning out my Dad's house, I have this advice: If you haven't used it in a year, throw it out!!!!.

Maybe this is more "cute kids", but yesterday DS12 and DD13 went for their annual exams. Husband went in the exam room with our son, and later he told me that when the (female) doctor came in, DS sang out, "Do I have to have a prostate exam??"

Last night I went to refill the cat's kibble, and discovered that someone had bought the cat's open bag of kibble in the estate sale held here this weekend. Don't worry - the cat didn't go hungry. But I was laughing as I was looking for the food.

Last night I went to refill the cat's kibble, and discovered that someone had bought the cat's open bag of kibble in the estate sale held here this weekend. Don't worry - the cat didn't go hungry. But I was laughing as I was looking for the food.

My usual breakfast is a bowl of instant oatmeal (aka poverty ) and a banana.

Some weeks ago, dh bought a new flavour of oatmeal - a weight control flavour.Well, I quickly discovered why it's a weight control formula - it's inedible!Tasted to me like cardboard with an aftertaste of aluminum.

Being thrifty, I shoved it to the back of the pantry and decided it was "zombie apocolypse" food.As in, it stays there until it goes bad or we get desperate enough to eat it.(You see where this is going, right?)

I was in a rush this morning and grabbed for the closest open box.And got halfway through the bowl before the taste registered. Daughter looked at me and said "What's wrong?""I got the zombie food!"

I spent the rest of the morning trying to get the taste out and grumbling that "my poverty tasted like zombie" this morning.

I tried that a few years ago, and it resembled plaster to me. I found out WW co-worker loves that variety and I gave it all to her. I make homemade oatmeal with rolled oats much more frugally than the packets anyway.

We went to the zoo the other day for Dark Sister's bachelorette party. While we looking in at the orangatans, one raised up his arm and started to scratch at his armpit. The three year old little boy in front of us then did the same thing and excitedly said, "Look, mom! He's doing it just like you!"

It was so hard not to laugh, especially because we all herd it and we're glancing around to see if each other heard it, too, but the mom took it very well!

DH’s grandfather died peacefully at the age of 90. His adult grandsons including DH were the pallbearers and were sitting together facing the open casket for the service. Just before the service started, we could see all six talking together in low tones and then shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter that lasted quite some time. We were all puzzled what had made them start laughing and why it lasted so long.

Afterwards I asked him what it was about. Grandpa was slightly elevated in his casket and his folded hands were quite visible including the finger with the missing upper half. The grandsons were talking about it and it turns out that Grandpa had told each grandson a different story about how he lost his finger.

The story was appropriate for each one – my DH was a car mechanic, and Grandpa told him he lost it in a fan blade, and to be careful. Another grandson liked to work with horses. Grandpa told him he lost it when riding a horse, and to be careful. Another grandson liked to do woodworking. Grandpa told him he lost it to a power saw, and to be careful.

They didn’t know until they were talking just before service that they were each told a different story.

And, for the record, he lost it in his mid-30s while working in a cotton mill.